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Darkness and Light (NC-17)

Written by Sairalinde and Anorienbean

11 August 2009 | 145537 words

Chapter 27

When Haldir and Dorvane arrived at the village where Haldir had made the arrangements with the priest it seemed everything happened quickly. The wedding itself had been short and simple though their kiss to seal their bond was not quite so short or simple. The priest was blushing when they had finally drawn apart again and the pair thanked him before they left.

The Inn they were staying that night was small and quiet, not a lot of travelers on the road this time of year and it made it seem more inviting than just any other roadway Inn. When they reached the second floor where they would be staying, Dorvane had found that he simply could not keep from kissing Haldir. His husband. All those years ago his life had nearly been destroyed by an arranged marriage and now here he was married to the Elf who had captured his heart and saved him in more ways than anyone could possibly imagine. Their lips were sealed against one another’s yet again even as Dorvane opened the door behind him, pulling Haldir into the room and kicking the door shut with his foot. “Gods, I love you,” he murmured when he pulled away for breath.

Haldir’s face was flushed and his lips swollen and red as he regarded Dorvane with sparkling eyes. It was true, what he told Faramir – as much as he’d hated Dorvane years ago, he loved him just as much now. His hands wandered beneath a soft tunic tunic and rested at the small of his lover’s back, keeping him close as Haldir began to move slowly across the room, humming an old Elven love song he’d suddenly remembered. “And I love you,” he whispered, burying his face against Dorvane’s neck and pressing a kiss just beneath his ear. “And already, I love being your husband… and dancing with you…”

When Haldir began to hum a lovely song and then began to dance, Dorvane wasn’t sure what to think. It had been years since he had danced but he did his best to follow his husband’s lead, though not nearly as gracefully. The soft hum of Haldir’s voice made warmth flood through Dorvane when he realized how truly happy his Elf was. Because of him. He closed his eyes in pleasure for a moment as his hands began to explore, slipping underneath Haldir’s tunic and against smooth perfect skin. “I love being your husband… and I can get used to the dancing,” he teased and drew back a little to look in his lover’s eyes. “I never thought I would ever be this happy… I feel like I don’t deserve it after everything I did,” he whispered seriously.

Haldir let his fingers trail lightly over Dorvane’s face as he shook his head. “You deserve happiness as much, if not more than anyone else in that horrible place where we met,” he said softly. “You were a victim, just as all the other slaves were. While we could escape into our own minds, you could not even do that, could you?” He frowned, trying to imagine how it would feel to be controlled both mentally and physically. “You deserve all the happiness in the world, and I am honored that you are letting me help bring it to you.”

Dorvane still wasn’t certain he deserved happiness though he had to admit he was extremely happy. Haldir was right, he’d had no choice, for seventeen years he was Saruman’s puppet, doing things that horrified the real Dorvane that was hidden deep inside but with no control to stop it. “And I am honored that you chose me and can only hope to give you as much happiness…” his whispered words trailed off as he kissed Haldir again. It seemed he couldn’t stop kissing the Elf, his husband. Gods, it was too good to be true yet here they were. Dorvane moved then, pulling Haldir with him even as they continued to kiss, and spun them toward the bed. “I need you,” he murmured.

Lowering them both to the bed, Haldir tugged off his tunic and lay on his back, then pulled Dorvane down to lie on top of him. “You have me,” he murmured, tugging Dorvane’s tunic over his head and smiling as soft dark hair fell around his face and neck. His hands moved over thickly muscled biceps and down over smooth, dark skin, stopping when his fingers felt the brown leather bands around Dorvane’s wrists that covered the scars from both his attempt to end his life all those years ago as well as the marred skin where Saruman’s wrist bands had marked him. He looked up into brown eyes that were dark with desire, and knew his lover would know what he was talking about. “Are you ever going to take these off?” he whispered.

Dorvane smiled as Haldir pulled him down onto the bed, and watched possessively as he tugged off his tunic. Gods but Haldir was beautiful. Dorvane’s own complexion was naturally darker, where Haldir’s was pale and ethereal… almost glowing in the soft light of the room. His light golden hair was fanned out on the pillow beneath him and his lips were red from Dorvane’s own kisses. It was easy to see why Dorvane had become so taken with the Elf, even when he was controlled by Saruman his desire for Haldir had always been there, only now he wanted to love him and share with him not possess him. He loved the way that Haldir looked at him when he removed his tunic. It was a look of desire and love, a combination that no one had ever looked at him with not even before his life had taken such a dark turn. He almost startled when Haldir’s fingers touched his wrists and asked about removing them. “I… I had not planned on it,” he admitted cautiously.

Haldir turned so that they were lying side by side, desire and passion still building in him, warring with the need to reassure his lover as well. He brought Dorvane’s right hand up between them and pressed his lips over the soft leather band in a gentle kiss. “You have no need to wear them,” he said softly. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.” He hadn’t seen them since before they’d left the farm. As Dorvane had begun to heal, Haldir had tended to him devotedly, but after a few days; his lover began binding his wrists himself, and had done so ever since. “Why do you wear them, even when you are only with me?”

“I… I thought that seeing the scars would be… unpleasant and… and that you’d rather not remember. Part of it is shame for what I did… and part is because people will know… will just assume why I have those scars, one does not get scars like that from battle. They’d be right but I don’t want their pity,” Dorvane said softly. “So… so I wear them… and… honestly after seventeen years of having them covered in some way I… I grew used to it I guess,” he wasn’t sure if he was doing a very good job explaining why he hadn’t removed them since they’d begun to heal.

Long Elven fingers ran lightly over the bands as Haldir thought about what Dorvane was saying. “You thought the scars would remind me of things I had rather not remember?” he asked in surprise. “Oh, meleth, no… and I don’t think they would make anyone pity you either. When I see those bands, I think how very much they look like the ones that were used to hurt you, and it pains me to remember that. The scars, however… You have not let me see them, but no matter how bad they are, they will remind me of how lucky am I to have fallen in love with a man who has such strength… strength to defy death to be with me.” He lifted the other hand up and placed a kiss to that wrist as well. “I think anyone who saw them would think the same, especially since they know how powerful Saruman was, and how almost no one who was under his control survived.” Their gazes met and the Elf then pressed his lips against his husband’s. “I am proud to be your husband, Dorvane, with or without your scars. I only wish you didn’t feel you needed to protect me from seeing them, or protect yourself from pity. You have my everlasting love, not my pity… never that.”

Dorvane nodded when his husband questioned him about the scars but he cringed when Haldir said they reminded him of Saruman’s bands that had been on him for so very long, causing him pain almost every single day. “If… if I let you remove them… if you are disgusted by them… will you tell me? I need to know you will be honest with me about this… I… I hate looking at them, I hate knowing what I did to end up taking Saruman’s ‘deal’ I need to know… that you are not bothered by them once you see them,” Dorvane said softly. It was a big step for him, not hiding this part of himself he was so ashamed of, but if Haldir wanted it then he would because quite simply he would do anything for the Elf.

Haldir knew that nothing he could see would hurt him as much as Dorvane’s fear, yet he also knew that there was no way to convince him of that until he’d at least seen what was beneath the bands. He remembered all too well what they had looked like when he’d last seen them, raw and weeping, Saruman’s damnable bands having pulled most of the skin away when they were removed, just as the wizard had probably wished for them to do. Rather than try and ply Dorvane with reassurances he was certain not to believe, Haldir simply let his thumb run over his lover’s knuckles and nodded. “I will be completely honest with you,” he promised.

Dorvane closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly and then opened them again. It had not been an easy decision for him but knowing that Haldir would be honest and knowing that he was loved at least made it just a little bit easier. He trusted Haldir, and that perhaps made all of the different in the world. “All right…” he whispered, turning his hand over so Haldir could unlace the first band.

The Elf’s heart swelled with love and a fierce protectiveness as Dorvane so trustingly held out this arm. No matter how badly they were scarred, Haldir didn’t care; he only wanted Dorvane to be free of this, the last reminder of Saruman. In time, Haldir hoped that without the bands, the scars would remind Dorvane of his strength and goodness, of the love that literally brought him back from the edge of death and had given him a second chance at living. He slowly began unlacing the tiny leather laces, not looking at the wrist just yet; instead simply holding his husband’s gaze, letting his conviction and adoration clearly be seen in his expression. When the last lace was unfastened, Haldir nodded, waiting for permission before looking.

Dorvane had never felt more vulnerable in his life than at that moment when he felt the last lace give way. He rarely removed them, on the rare occasion he bathed alone he did, but even with Haldir he had worn them. Always. And now here he was, letting the one person who’s opinion mattered the most to him to see what was his ultimate shame. Not just what Saruman had done but what he himself had done seventeen years ago when he was young and foolish and so distraught. He was certain then he would never know love that no one could love him and now that he’d found love he was terrified of losing it. He closed his eyes for just a moment as Haldir waited for permission and he dragged in a shaky breath and then opened his eyes slowly to gaze into Haldir’s. He nodded slightly and found he couldn’t look himself. He couldn’t look down at the reminders of the pain he’d endured.

Blue eyes slowly lowered and Haldir saw the extent of what Saruman had physically put Dorvane through for seventeen years. The back of his wrist was smooth and hairless, the skin a bit paler than his normally dark complexion. It in itself was not nearly as noticeable as the wristbands. The underside of his wrist, however, was healed, though badly scarred, almost as if a wild animal had torn into it. He had no way of knowing that, as bad as they looked now, they were still healing, and had been for months. The bands Saruman had fitted Dorvane with, Haldir now knew, had had rows and rows of vicious little teeth. They always bit into the skin, but when Saruman wanted blood, or punishment, a powerful spell would cause the teeth to grind together and bite much deeper, ravaging not only skin, but the muscles and veins as well. No wonder Dorvane lost so much blood each time he visited the wizard, Haldir thought, realizing that the band must have had a spell that would prevent Dorvane from dying unless Saruman willed it as well – to prolong the torture for as long as he wanted. The pain had to have made his lover feel as if he were losing his mind… and there was nothing he could do about it… nothing at all. The skin had healed, leaving behind dozens of tiny white scars covering misshapen veins and destroyed muscle.

Carefully, Haldir ran his index finger over the marred skin, soothing and exploring, feeling each ridge of scar tissue, down to the original one that Dorvane himself had made. When he finished, he pressed his lips against his husband’s wrist and then looked up. “As I said, guren, they remind me of your strength,” he said softly. “Your strength and the goodness you had to possess to overcome such a monstrous device.”

Dorvane did not flinch until Haldir’s fingers rested against the original scar he had made himself. His ultimate shame and what had brought him to what he’d become. He swallowed hard as Haldir spoke, surprised by the devotion and love he saw shining in the blue depths of his husband’s eyes. He did not consider himself strong at all. At the time he’d worn Saruman’s bands he had thought himself a fool, and merely surviving didn’t seem all that much of an accomplishment to him. Yet here he was, happy and married and with the most gorgeous husband he could ever wish for even in his wildest of dreams. “They remind me of pain… not my own… the pain I put you and all the other slaves through because I had no choice, no free will of my own… that… that is my greatest failure and he knew that. He knew I was ashamed of trying to take my own life, only regretting it when it was too late. He knew he could control me with that… and so he did. I should have refused his offer… but I would have died and I was… I had discovered I was afraid to die,” Dorvane said sadly, tears stinging his eyes.

“You were young, meleth… and made a mistake. We learn from our mistakes, you know that, but we cannot dwell on them forever.” Haldir’s fingers moved over the ravaged skin again, gently stroking as he talked, and then slowly began to unlace the second band. “Gods, I am glad you didn’t die when you tried to, or I would never have found you. And if I had never found you, I would have missed out on the most beautiful part of my life.” The left wrist looked much like the right. Haldir kissed and stroked it as well as he continued. “I don’t want this to remind you of any pain… mine or yours. I want us to forget everything that happened before that kiss – that first one I gave you as your lover, not your slave, and to pretend we had only met that day, and were already well on our way to falling in love by that evening.”

Dorvane knew Haldir was right, he couldn’t dwell or Saruman would truly have won in the end. He had to live his life and keep going and thankfully by some wonderful twist of fate he had found someone who loved him despite it all. “I would love to forget… is there some sort of Elven trick you can show me to help me learn how to forget?” Dorvane asked softly. He was serious though at the same time teasing just a little as they normally did. It helped Dorvane relax a little more by doing so, giving him something to focus on besides his fears.

Haldir seriously considered suggesting they track down Gandalf and ask him that very question, however, for now, he had another, better idea in mind. “There is a trick, actually,” he murmured, rolling Dorvane over on his back and sliding his hand down the front of his lover’s breeches at the same time. “It’s called the art of distraction.” His head dipped down and he caught a dark nipple between his teeth just as his hand wrapped around Dorvane’s length. He worried the hard nub with his mouth and began stroking the flesh in his hand, feeling the tension melt away almost at once. “Of course, I wi’ll need to do a lot of distracting to make it work completely, and once the treatment has begun, there’s no stopping it. I might have to do this several times a week, or even multiple times each day…”

Haldir’s idea was certainly better in Dorvane’s eyes. He was smiling when his lover whispered to him. “I think I like this type of art as well…” he grinned. If anyone ever asked him the question if he was an art lover in the future he would probably have a difficult time not laughing with remembrance of this moment but it would be worth the odd looks he’d be given, he was sure of that. He gasped as sharp teeth nipped at him gently, his hips rocking up to meet his husband’s touch. “A lot of distracting… is exactly what you are,” he murmured as his fingers threaded through soft golden hair.

“Only to you, love,” Haldir murmured, “only to you.” Releasing Dorvane’s arousal only long enough to unlace his breeches and slide them down long legs as they both toed off their boots, Haldir continued worrying the now sensitive nipple, then moved on to its twin, managing to remove the rest of his own clothes as well. His mouth worked its way up to soft lips he adored the taste of and he kissed his husband deeply. As they kissed, he rolled onto his back again, pulling Dorvane with him, and parted his legs. “I think it would be even more distracting if I felt you sliding into me, every delicious bit of you, slowly and deeply, claiming me as your husband on both the inside, and…” he clinked their matching rings together and smiled, “the out.”

Dorvane’s mood which had been cautious and worried only moments ago was now quickly regaining the desire he’d felt earlier on the way to their room. His body felt as if it were on fire each place Haldir’s lips touched him. Gods, it was the sweetest thing the way that Haldir looked at him, the way he touched him and the way he made him feel. Dark eyes darkened even more as the rest of Haldir’s body was exposed to him, and his hands were greedy, moving over pale skin, needing to touch him everywhere at once it seemed. When he was rolled on top of his lover and Haldir spoke so seductively, Dorvane felt his cock twitch against his lover’s stomach. “Gods, I love it when you say things that way… drives me insane,” he murmured softly as his lips claimed his husband’s with a roughened tenderness that let his lover know exactly how much he was desired.

Haldir’s fingers curled in Dorvane’s hair as they kissed and he couldn’t keep from shifting his hips again and again, both to rub his own erection against his lover’s hip and to feel Dorvane’s leak against his skin. When they pulled away from the kiss, Haldir leaned up and licked at the now damp neck above him, breathing heavily. “What?” he purred. “You like when I tell you I want your cock in me so far I can taste it?” He reached between them tugged at Dorvane’s rigid flesh and smiled against his neck. “Or do you want me to tell you that by morning, I want my backside to be so sore from being filled by my husband that I can barely walk straight? Of course, I could tell you that while you were getting dressed earlier, I oiled my fingers and opened myself for you, that I’m already slick and ready, and you can just slide right home any time you want to…”

Completely lost as he kissed Haldir, Dorvane’s hips moved with his husband’s enjoying the feeling of their naked bodies moving against one another’s. When Haldir purred against his ear and began to stroke his rigid shaft even as he spoke of everything he wanted to Dorvane to do to him, the man moaned. His sex was so hard now he ached just from the thoughts racing through his mind that were evoked by Haldir’s words. The very idea that Haldir had prepared himself for him that way made him shudder with need and Dorvane leaned up on his elbow to look down at his gorgeous husband. “Gods… you are going to drive me to madness,” he whispered softly even as he shifted between his lover’s legs. He reached to the nightstand and slicked himself, not willing to cause Haldir any pain even if he were already prepared for him. Then a hand traveled down Haldir’s body, smoothing over perfect skin until he reached the bend of his leg and coaxed his lover to wrap his leg around him (it didn’t take much coaxing actually) and ever so slowly he began to move forward, slowly breeching his lover’s body for this first time as his husband. Warmth and tenderness seemed to flood through him mixed with the driving need to simply take. “My husband,” he whispered, the word sounding almost like a long desired dream that was finally real.

The Elf’s body arched up off the bed as Dorvane slid into him, the simple words ‘my husband’ making him all the more aroused. Dorvane… his husband. The man he loved so deeply, he had been willing to give up anything for him; the man who, despite everything that had happened, still worried that Haldir would be horrified by the scars on his arms, not just simply grateful that he’d lived past them. Slowly, his inner muscles opened up until hard flesh was buried deep inside him. He crooked his leg just a bit more to allow Dorvane in even deeper as he let his hands move over thickly muscled arms, not pausing at the wrists, just loving that part of him as well as every other. “My husband,” he whispered in agreement.

Making love to Haldir had always been something he enjoyed thoroughly, he hated to admit it but even when Haldir was his slave he loved taking him, loved when despite his not wanting to, the Elf came for him. Now and for the last year and a half it had been entirely different, Haldir wanted him. He shivered as loving hands moved over his arms, grateful that he didn’t linger on the scars on his wrists and loving the way that Haldir looked at him, echoing his words. “I love you,” he whispered in return and leaned down to kiss his lover as he began to move within him, his body moving slowly even though he wanted more, wanted to take him wildly. Breathless when he drew away again, Dorvane smiled as he ran a hand through soft hair, brushing it back from Haldir’s cheek. “You are so very beautiful,” he whispered as he shifted making sure he brushed against that perfect spot inside his lover.

Haldir moaned as his sweet spot was nudged, wondering, as always, how Dorvane couldn’t see that he was just as beautiful. He could see that their words and actions were making Dorvane crazy, and Haldir felt much the same. The darkness in his lover’s eyes, the need to take, was there, though since they had become lovers it had been a gentle taking in all the ways that counted. The Elf reached up and rested one hand on the back of Dorvane’s neck, then lifted up to meet him in a kiss that was filled with passion and need. “I said I wanted to be sore,” he whispered with a smile. “I won’t break. I want you to really show me how much you want me tonight.”

Dorvane shivered when Haldir whispered to him giving him permission to take what he wanted rather than hold back as he often had since they had become lovers and not merely master and slave. In the early days when Haldir had first come to live with him, after making his bargain for Faramir’s escape, Dorvane had been less than gentle most times; though never purposefully hurt his lover. He growled low in his throat, not even aware he’d made the sound and lifted himself onto his knees, pulling Haldir with him. Their bodies were flush against one another, the contact of their sweat slick chests making his skin tingle. His mouth fastened on Haldir’s neck, marking him darkly as he began to thrust roughly into the perfect willing body wrapped around him.

Haldir shivered in desire as Dorvane moved him so easily. His arms wrapped around his husband and his spread his legs as far apart as possible, opening himself to each incredibly deep thrust, vulnerable in a way he never thought he would want to be with the man before him. He rode Dorvane hard, meeting him thrust for thrust, leaning forward so his cock would push against the warm skin of his lover’s stomach, knowing that if he touched himself he would come all too soon. His own length was achingly hard and dripping between them, his balls so full and heavy that each time Dorvane thrust, the pressure between his legs doubled. Still… he wanted Dorvane completely – the gentle and the not-so-gentle part of him, for he loved both dearly. “Harder, meleth,” he murmured, “you won’t hurt me, and Gods, that feels so good.”

Letting go in a way that Dorvane hadn’t in months, he continued to thrust wildly into his lover, his breath coming in harsh pants as he moved. It wasn’t gentle and loving the way they’d made love just the night before, this was entirely different as if he were laying claim to his husband, marking him inside and out. His fingers dug into his lover’s skin, not meaning to bruise, just needing to feel that this was real, that this wasn’t some wonderful dream. Each thrust into the tight heat surrounding him seemed to drive him to want more and more. “So tight, Gods, always so tight,” he whispered breathlessly against Haldir’s ear, his tongue moving around the edge of it, knowing that was one of the most sensitive parts of his lover’s body. He thrust even deeper and harder as Haldir asked him to, certain that his lover would indeed be sore in the morning as their bodies moved so hard and fast the only sounds in the room was the sound of their bodies coming together over and over again coupled with moans and gasps falling from both of their lips. He could feel Haldir’s shaft hard and leaking between them but he wasn’t ready to let go yet. “Wait for me,” he whispered.

Haldir’s head tipped back and he regarded his lover through half lidded eyes. His already swollen flesh ached even more as he watched Dorvane, the look of pure ecstasy on his face saying more than words every could. They had belonged to one another for months now, but as of tonight, the world would see, both by the rings on their fingers and the connection that formed between them, a meeting of the minds where Haldir, simply from the look of pleasure on his face told Dorvane that he needn’t always be gentle and Dorvane understood. Their past truly was behind them now and Haldir knew that by Dorvane allowing himself to take him in such a manner, it meant he had finally let go of even more of his – and their – past. “Close,” Haldir panted, his fingers squeezing his lover’s shoulder. “So close…”

Completely caught up in the moment, caught up in Haldir, Dorvane continued to thrust, words of love falling from his lips even as he roughly took his husband. He had learned in that moment that Haldir accepted him as he was, truly accepted him, scars and dark past and everything in between. The man he once was, the man who had no free will of his own, and the man he had since become, were all accepted by his husband and Dorvane could not be more grateful. His hand slid from Haldir’s back to reach between them, to give his lover that extra bit of friction and pressure needed as he himself began to reach the end of his control. “So close… Gods, so close, love,” he whispered as he began to stroke his lover. “Come with me, Haldir.”

Another low moan fell from Haldir’s lips as Dorvane touched him. He was lost in a world where there was nothing and no one but Dorvane, his dear, beloved husband. His body had taken over, and was reacting independently from his mind, it seemed. Each thrust up into him was met by Haldir’s own equally hard driving motion of his hips downward. They moved together for a few more moments as the Elf sealed his lips over his lover’s and felt his cock swell in the first surrounding it. Dorvane thrust up again, perfectly hitting his sweet spot and with a cry that was lost in the mouth over his, the Elf came hard, spilling over stroking fingers and onto the sweat-damp skin of their chests and stomachs.

Dorvane’s moan was lost in Haldir’s mouth, the feeling of his lover coming between them and around him driving him to the edge. His control snapped as he thrust one final time, shuddering violently as he spilled inside the clenching passage surrounding his sex. When he drew away from their kiss to drag in a breath, he shivered again, this time from the look on Haldir’s face. It was as seductive as any look Haldir had ever given him… a look of love and satisfaction that made Dorvane’s already rapid pulse quicken. He licked his lips and smiled, tasting his lover on them. “I love you.”

Haldir practically collapsed against his lover, mindless of the mess between them. His arms and legs wound around Dorvane’s neck and waist, and he closed his eyes, burying his face against Dorvane’s neck, sighing softly. “Melin chen, (I love you),” he murmured, pressing dozens of warm, wet kisses against soft skin and holding his lover tightly. “All of you, guren. I love all of you.”

Dorvane’s smile was the most relaxed it had been in years as he held Haldir. “I know… somehow now… I know,” he whispered knowing that Haldir would understand that after all this time he finally realized that ‘his Elf’ truly was his, that he did truly love Dorvane. Slowly he lowered Haldir back to the bed, noticing the dark bruise forming at his neck where he’d marked him and small fingerprint size bruises on his lover’s hips where he’d gripped him so tightly. He pulled away carefully, certain that Haldir’s passage would be a little tender and he began kissing each little bruise on his hips as he reached for his discarded tunic to clean his lover and himself. “I left marks on you,” he said softly, almost sadly, having not intended to really hurt Haldir.

Haldir practically purred as Dorvane laid him back, then gasped slightly as the softening flesh inside him was pulled away. He leaned up and ran his fingers over the red marks on his husband’s shoulders and shook his head. “I wanted you to, remember?” he murmured, running his fingers lightly over the redness on Dorvane’s shoulders where his own fingers had gripped rather hard. The sadness in Dorvane’s voice was subtle, but still there, so Haldir met his lover’s gaze. “I wanted you to. I want you to. I love being claimed like that, and don’t you dare get morose on me and say you will never do it again. It was perfect and beautiful and incredibly sexy and I want more. Besides… I marked you as well, my love.”

Dorvane’s eyes were sad as he looked up at Haldir from the marks on him and swallowed hard as he finished cleaning them both. As his husband continued saying he loved being claimed like that, Dorvane found himself smiling a little and then looked down at his own shoulder seeing the dark red marks there bright even against his dark skin. “That you did,” he grinned then and looked at Haldir seriously for a moment and nodded in understanding. “I won’t say I will never do it again though, but… as much as I didn’t really mean to do it… I have to admit I enjoy seeing them on you… enjoy seeing that you are mine and that you are mine because you want to be,” he admitted as he moved to lay beside his lover and pulled him against his body.

Haldir took his husband’s hand and curled all the fingers except one. He pulled the hand down between his legs and let Dorvane’s fingertip run lightly over the golden piercing he still wore. “This is there because I want it to be,” he said softly, then brought his lover’s hand up to his shoulder and neck to run over the bruises. “These are there because I want them to be. Now that I have the choice, I love being marked by you. I love the world being able to see that I am loved and in love, and I love being able to feel that in places that can’t be seen.” He squeezed the muscles between his legs, smiling at the slight tug of the ring. “I just hope you don’t mind my marking you back in all kinds of interesting places…”

Dorvane’s eyes followed where Haldir’s hand guided his finger and he smiled a little, always having wondered why he hadn’t asked for the piercing to be removed. He’d offered once and Haldir had refused then but he was never sure if he would change his mind. “I won’t mind at all,” Dorvane said laughing softly. “In fact I very much look forward to what ideas you come up with, my love.” He settled in, nestling his body against Haldir’s and sighed happily, never feeling this content before. “Should we leave in the morning or should we extend our stay another day just to… recover from our wedding night because a part of me thinks that… was just the beginning,” he teased.

Stifling a yawn, Haldir wrapped his arms around his husband and tugged the blankets up around them both. Now that the sweat on their bodies had dried, it was a bit chilly in the room, but neither of them were in any shape to stoke the fire just yet. “Well, since we both will only have one honeymoon, I think we should make the best of it, and stay a few more days, because I really want to explore this ‘just the beginning’ theory of yours. I have a sneaking suspicion we are just going to prove it correct.”

“A few days?” Dorvane asked laughing softly. “You do plan to drive me crazy don’t you?” he teased smiling. “I’ll never be the same you know… you are going to make me want you morning, noon, and night… oh… wait…” Dorvane stopped and looked at Haldir with all seriousness he could “I already do that,” he grinned widely as he pulled Haldir closer.

Haldir laughed softly and thanked the Valar for the man in his arms even as he teased him in return. Few would understand why he chose to still wear the golden ring between his legs, but then again, few who saw the scars on Dorvane’s arms would know the depth of the darkness that had engulfed him. The ring, like the scars, had a deeper meaning than the obvious, one that only a man and an Elf who had lived through it all could have understood or even begun to comprehend. He reached down, all thoughts of sleep gone, and groped his husband under the covers. “You do?” he teased, not at all surprised to feel his lover harden against him. “Prove it…”

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